There are a number of rules that govern the whole of the Elites organization. It is through these rules that it remains stable despite everything that’s happening within the four corners of the organization. There are fights and deceit every day and there are even killings that go on when things get too intense.Some of these happen as an unfortunate consequence; nothing but an accident. Yet most of these come into light because they are intended. That is the level of intensity of all the challenges and battles that go on in the organization.Nevertheless, despite all of the stuff that goes on, the Elites continued standing and, in fact, it even got better than it used to. The organization continued growing and growing until it reached a point where everyone respects and acknowledges it. All because it’s able to continue standing and present itself as a proper organization that’s got everything in order. And, this is due to the rules that have been perfectly crafted into the art of go
“Ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer came to the middle of the arena, brimming with life and energy as she opened with these words.The crowd automatically responded with an applause. One which seems to be too loud for the lack of anything exciting that can be taken from the announcer’s words. Though they already know what’s gonna happen here; that’s the reason why the crowd is so energetic.With all of the fights in all of the departments except the martial arts department already ceasing, everyone I already laid back and taking their sweet time. Chilling and recovering as they are given this spectacle that’d take their minds away from any thinking of the events that have passed. All they need to do now is enjoy the show that Daemon is going to provide them.“We are once again back in these sacred grounds! But this time, it isn’t to welcome a new martial artist that’d joined the ranks of the Elites – we are in for so much more than that!”The cheering continued to intensify and, has
Both of Daemon’s hands that are on his pockets are being charged with [Divergent Fists]. He’s charging them up because, even though this is a skill that only requires activation, he wants to also be able to freely use it whenever he wishes. This means he’s got to use the principle that works behind the creation of the attack. Something that Naga Kazem personally taught him.“Think of your fists as a sort of sponge that takes in as many water from a river as it can.” Naga began. The preliminary part of her instruction.As she said these words, Daemon remained on the ground. He lay there flat, unable to move because of all the soreness and pain that he feels across his body. Something which Naga personally caused unto him from the whole duration of their trainings.Meanwhile, Naga is right in front of his face. Standing with both her arms crossed below her chest as she continued with her explanation reg
“Thirty-one contenders!”The voice of the announcer echoed across the whole of the Arena once more. Amplified further by the microphone she’s holding which connects to all the speakers of this place. Her words came as soon as Daemon finished his enemy again. With the fight lasting no more than five seconds which, for its whole duration, only has Daemon as the attacker. Just like every other enemy he defeated before this one, his swift victory is brought about by a punch – the Divergent Fist.“Everyone! Daemon has taken down thirty-one of the sixty-five fighters that are lined up for today!” The announcer added. Ramping up the energy and setting it up for another wild cheering from the crowds. A cheering that has also reached its peak.“They’re so loud.” Daemon mumbled as he folded his fingers into a fist. Feeling the leftover energy that comes from what’s been drained by [Imp
As soon as lunch time started, Daemon went back to his pit and began to mediate. He didn’t waste his time trying to think of trivial matters and focused all of his energy into this. Knowing that even though the first thirty-one battles have been easy for him, the same cannot be guaranteed for the rest of the fights. That’s why he has to give it his all and sharpen what he can in terms of the use of his internal energy – something that he’s not actually able to start because of a person that came in that moment.“I’m about to meditate you know.” Daemon began. “If you’re not gonna give me anything that’s worth my time, I suggest you leave right now.”Daemon’s eyes turned towards the figure that came forth from the shadows of the den. None other than the same person who permitted these fights to proceed. The head of the Elites organization and the strongest fighter within it as well. None other than Desmon Jaeger.“Talking to me so casually now are you.” Desmond chuckled. “You do realize
Daemon’s attack landed. He made sure to put ion the exact amount of internal energy he intended into the punch that he released. During the break, he even sharpened his concentration further. Though it is just a small progress, it’s still progress nonetheless. That’s why Daemon’s sure that his attack should’ve worked and it did. The impact is just as strong as he thought it’d be. Yet that just makes this whole thing even more questionable because, if he really did hit that hard, it means that his current output isn’t enough to defeat his opponents.“Bahahaha! It worked! You’re dead now – ” These are the last words that came out of the mouth of Daemon’s opponent before he pummeled the man to the ground. Making the ground quake and sending a shockwave that spread across the entirety of the field.“If the first punch isn’t enough, all I got to do is punch you harder.” Daemon said at his fainted enemy. “Don’t go talking like you’ve already won bastard.”“OHHHHHH!” The crowd cheered as soo
Twenty fights. A total of twenty fights passed in the arena after the break at lunch. All of these ended with Daemon’s victory and, other than the first one that took two hits to finish, Daemon’s able to take down the rest with just a single blow. But more than this, Daemon took them all out with more intensity. He punched them so hard that they had to be taken to the intensive care unit. That’s how bad his blows became and, that’s also why the rest of the fighters that have to face him are nervous. They’re all nervous because, they’re beginning to think that nothing they do will suffice for them to beat such an omen as Daemon. A feeling that’s gotten a lot worse because of the fact that Daemon’s now taken his five-minute break.Within this interval, they have time to think about how they’ll lose the same way that everyone did. More than ever, they’re now sure that Daemon’s the strongest. Now they understand how this person defeated Leon and, using the fallen martial artist as the ba
Peter Jacobs. That is the name of the man who stands at the fourth in ranking of the claw hall. The same hall that Daemon hasn’t infiltrated yet and the hall he hasn’t messed with as much as his own and Leon’s. Though that’s the case, Daemon knows everything he needs to about the basics of every fighter here. Caused by the same thing that’s helped him all throughout which are the profiles handed to him by Ashley.That being said, there is clearly something different with the enemy in front of him. The profile entails that this man doesn’t have internal energy control nor access. But, for some reason, that doesn’t feel to be the case in that moment.“What the hell is this.” Daemon muttered as this opponent of his entered the stage of the arena.Due to his skirmish against the leader of the Vipers, Daemon now has access to sight of internal energy. A portion of it and not in totality. He can now see faint hints of it as long as there is enough being poured out and, for the case of his e